It's been a long week. And it's Tuesday. Rather than be pissy and cranky the rest of it though, I'm making a choice. A choice that ONLY I CAN. Seriously, have you ever been just so dang angry, or sad, abused, sick, tired, etc that you feel like you were run over ( ON PURPOSE) by a truck ( several times )??? Well, if you haven't, then your on drugs and I'd certainly appreciate some of whatever those are! Just kidding. :) Even then, on your very worst day, if you force yourself to smile...you can feel a teeny, itty, bitty, tiny bit better...maybe. No matter how many people punch you in the face, clock you over the head with a wooden spoon, sexually, verbally,physically, or mentally beat the ever livin crap outta you... they DON'T have the power that YOU DO! Your life can be your choice. It's easy to want those people to hurt...or even want to hurt yourself for being hurt in the first place. It's so easy to sit down, with facebook in front of you, and type onto that bone-headed dumb-ass's wall "YOU SUCK AND THE WORLD SHOULD KNOW...you owe me money...I'm hungry...your mean...still bleeding...your evil..." etc. HOWEVER, in thinking with a logical head, and keeping your cool, and choosing to rise above those people...it can ONLY do two things...which inevitably will lead to more...in a GOOD way. One, YOU will have become a better person from the inside out for not sinking to those crassy fuckers' levels...and two, that crassy fuck stick will be annoyed at the least, that you yourself aren't letting them ruin your day! Does ANY of this make sense?
There are people that work so very hard, to make my life difficult. And the very best thing I can do, is look up from down here...because yes, at the moment, I'm here ( hello up there, I'm waiving) here at the bottom of a well...sitting on old rotting mush, dirt, and rusty nails...along with whatever the hell else is down here dying and fading into oblivion. There's a difference though between me and the "stuff"... I'm choosing, of my own free will, to CLIMB UP...and GET OUT...so that I can sit at the very top of this deep dark hole, and even if you can't see me, one day, have the ability to toss you a line...or anybody else who may be stuck down here.
We've all got our demons...unfortunately so much of the time those monsters aren't the kind that Snape can just "Sectum Sempra" to bits for us... and honestly, that isn't something I'd want on my shoulders! Nope, as much as I love Snape, and believe me, Alan Rickman is my hero above all... But I'm going to take my broken self, my black & blue pride, my bleeding soul, and all the dramatic titles that could be given to any of us that've found ourselves down here, and get the fuck up. Well, I'm going to wipe the dirt off my ass first, and try my very best not to put my tiny hands into a sloshy slushy mess of mush...avoid the ickyness at all costs, and even if it means beginning by literally crawling, I'm going to smile ( despite the fact that it all hurts so bad) and I'm going to begin my journey up. At times I'm sure I'll be clinging onto the walls of dust for dear life. Despite having my torn up heart, body, and soul (and clothing) getting caught, occasionally, on the sharp sticks from the past, I'll endure more scrapes and scratches as I hear the voices of nasty below me...teasing me, waiting for me to slip... BUT I'll keep my hands strong, my eyes focused, my will in place...and I'll remind myself that yes, "where there's a will, there's a way". More than that, as I've said before, "Where there's Melli's will...There's Melli's way"... And so help me goodness graciuos, great balls of fiery fury, I'll reach the top. I'll reach the top and guess what? ( This is the really cool part)... I WON'T EVEN BE OUT OF BREATH.
Melli~Oh~My ??? You bet your sweet ass.
